I love flowers..  I love their colors.  I love their smell.  But I appreciate them more in the garden or in some pretty pots, or of them beautifully hanging on the walls.  Seeing them in fancy vases make me think of their short lives.. or maybe it's just me.

But I admit, I used to pick some other people's flowers.. snatching them out of their owner's gardens, or pots to lay them in my notebooks or books and let them dry.  I learned that from my sister.  It was a pretty nice collection, but I can't remember what happened to them.

Now I'm happy taking pictures of their beauty.